1. Friday My name is Matilde. Matilde Jørgensen. I'm a 28-year-old schoolteacher with an interesting and challenging job at a local school at Frederiksberg in Copenhagen, Denmark. I live in a cosy two-room apartment with a balcony close to the Assistens churchyard and I have everything one could wish for. Except for a nice boyfriend. And that seems som...
It had been four years since I had quit smoking; I had forgotten what it was like to as much as want a cigarette. My wife was so proud of me and was always telling me just how proud she was of me for stopping the one habit she still struggled with everyday. I had made her a promise that I was NOT going to be one of those ex-smokers who was always on the case...
She woke with a start. Disoriented, her brain clumsily exited the dream she was enjoying. One eye glanced at the clock on the bedside table, her brain dimly registering that the alarm was set to go off in a few minutes. She sat up on her elbow trying to recover the scene that was playing out in her brain. It was erotic, some kind of lovemaking. Warmth. Ple...
I walked back into the room where I had bound my wife. There she was on her knees with her arms stretched up above her head and tied to a bar. Her legs were strapped down to keep her from standing up. Her hair was pulled back tight into a ponytail and she was wearing all black makeup, including her lipstick. She wasn't wearing any clothing but was wearing a...
Gary Franks was simply amazed. Fully aware of the smoking policies for the building he worked in he, couldn't help but be amazed at the timeless endurance of what he called The Smoking Club. They weren't a real club that Gary knew of, more a collection of individuals that, rain or shine, hot or cold, calm or windy, would congregate along a single portion of...
CHAPTER ONE: SOURCE The 38 year old in the black velvet figure hugging dress bit down on her full carmine lips. She needed a cigarette. Jane Matthews put down her half drunk glass of wine on the bar, and slipped quietly into the crowd. Her friends were all busy discussing the play. God how she hated the monthly staff trip to the theatre. Very occasionally...
IMPORTANT NOTE TO READERS! - As an official disclaimer, it must be noted and strongly emphasized that no sexual relationships between "underage" individuals and adults—either consensual or non-consensual—ever actually takes place within the descriptions and the general narrative of this literary work. As you read this story, you will come to realize that the...
This is the continuation of the stories "The New Matilde" and "The New Matilde - 11 Months Later". 1. Friday, May 15th: It's Friday, 4.15 p.m. and I'm exhausted. Exactly as exhausted as you'd be if you just spent a week on a field trip with 23 13-year-olds in the countryside in Jutland. The last two days I was alone with them, as my colleague Anders ha...
Coming to understand one's kinks and fetishes can be an arduous ordeal, but if one thinks about how much these predilections can shape one's life, one might see it as beneficial and even necessary. This is where I find myself. I am a single, professional man in his thirties who, until a few years ago, was involved in a long-term monogamous relationship. Sin...
Over the next few days Priya told me everything about how her first date went. She told me about how they had kissed and how she drank and how she smoked. When I told her smoking is not good for her health she just shrugged off my objection saying that all of her friends smoke and she thinks that smoking makes her look cool. From the way she spoke about Ma...